Der Ami, Yeh, that's the word "combat" medic. The one thing my Dad said was good about the job was that he had his own jeep. At the end of the war when everyone knew it was over but for the formalities, he always drove in somebody elses tracks. He said when they went for the wounded they picked up everybody, Americans, Brits, Germans and Italians everybody they could and being in a tank division the burns were the worst.